I spend a lot of time obsessing about getting a dignified eight hours' sleep.

He seemed to be waiting for me to move forward. Weren't we all.

And why had Deb's last boyfriend dumped her? I dumped him. Maybe you didn't French-kiss him enough. I promise you that wasn't it. Tell me how many times a day you kissed, and I'll say if it was enough. Four hundred. Not enough.

I looked out the window for other passengers in love with their drivers, but we were well disguised, we pretended boredom and prayed for traffic.

We were always getting away with something, which implied that someone was always watching us, which meant that we were not alone in this world.

What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.

The level of control, that's part of what's so appealing about filmmaking - you have so much control over what the reader, the viewer, is noticing from moment to moment. They can't do that boring boring boring thing as easily.